His efforts had not been in vain; Lin Xuan's face was filled with irrepressible joy.
Fortune lurks within disaster, and disaster lies hidden within fortune—the words of the ancients were not wrong after all.
Ever since he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, Lin Xuan had purified countless pills and Dharma Treasures, but he had never encountered anything like the White Tiger Spirit Blood, which would explode after being purified.
Such a turn of events had been completely unforeseen. Lin Xuan was dumbfounded, and for a while, he had no idea how to continue.
To say he had been at his wit's end was no exaggeration at all.
But just then, a flash of inspiration streaked through Lin Xuan's mind.
The White Tiger Spirit Blood exploding after purification had given him an extreme headache, but that power was truly peerless. Just a single drop had left him covered in dust and nearly gravely injured him here. If he could refine it into a thunder bead, then what kind of power would it possess...
Of course, this was merely an idea that had flashed through Lin Xuan's mind. Whether it could actually be done was another matter entirely.
But if he did not try, who would know?
Thus, over these past several months, Lin Xuan had remained in this desolate, uninhabited place, refining thunder beads. The hardships involved went without saying, and he failed several times.
However, Lin Xuan's nature was extremely tenacious, so naturally he would not give up over a few minor failures. He pondered carefully, weighed and reconsidered it repeatedly, and in the end finally refined the White Tiger Thunder Bead he had dreamed of.
There were not many of them. After all, True Spirit Blood was incomparably precious, and Lin Xuan had no reason to use